The Insightful Scribe

Back in my Wiccan days I had an assortment of different color robes to correspond with the Sabbat or type of ritual magick.In coven we were assigned what color to wear which we then personalized with an artistic touch of symbols significant to us.Wearing a robe helped you attune to the ritual, while being barefoot and naked beneath gave you a natural freedom.At Samhain our High Priestess would determine a theme and we would dress accordingly as gods and goddesses or who we believed we were in a past life. Many times we wore black.Black was considered a combination of all colors and contrary to superstition it was not considered evil, rather it was considered a good conductor of energy thus wearing it helped one to be more sensitive to psychic energies.It wasn’t until the spirit intercepted and removed the veil from my eyes that I began to have a different impression. The following is an excerpt from my book that describes the epiphany moment for me. “As I looked at them, I noticed there was such a darkness hanging there.The robes were black in color, but color was not the darkness that I was sensing.”The darkness that had once cloaked itself around me had long since faded.No longer was I naked and ashamed for I now found myself arrayed in arobe of righteousness formed by the one who knew no sin and who had become my covering.